Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"We need to practice more!"

After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, he controlled the lightning incarnation to loosen his grip and let go of Zhang Huaiyi.

Zhang Huaiyi's face was full of disbelief, and the lightning that enveloped his body slowly disappeared. He had failed many times. It was not that he could not accept failure, but he absolutely could not accept being defeated so easily by the incarnation of lightning.

"How much strength did you use?" Zhang Huaiyi asked blankly.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Huaiyi, who looked desperate, and said after a pause: "I probably used about 30% to 40% of my strength!"

"30% to 40%?"

Zhang Huaiyi's eyes flickered and brightened up a little. Although he was defeated miserably, if he was only 30% to 40% of his senior brother's strength, it would not be unacceptable.

But in fact, the power of the lightning incarnation is only about one tenth of the strength of Zhang Zhiwei's own thunder magic, and does not include other means.

But this result was a bit too cruel for Zhang Huaiyi, so Zhang Zhiwei said this.

Of course, if Zhang Huaiyi didn't believe it and continued to ask, he would tell him the truth.

However, Zhang Huaiyi felt that it was more reasonable for him to be defeated miserably by his senior brother with only 30% to 40% of his strength, so he did not continue to ask.

Of course, it is hard to say how much of this matter can be concealed. It depends on whether anyone talks to Zhang Zhiwei about it. If someone talks about it, it is very likely that he accidentally lets the secret slip.

"Are there any other magical powers?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Zhang Huaiyi stood up from the ground, patted the stains on his clothes, and said, "No more, just these two."

"Are you satisfied?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

“Very satisfied!”

Speaking of this, the dejection on Zhang Huaiyi's face disappeared. Both the first and second magical powers were a great improvement to him.

He was particularly satisfied with the second magical power from his senior brother. This ability supplemented his thunder method, giving him a certain degree of air-staying ability, greatly enhancing his combat effectiveness.

He even felt that playing the role of a senior brother when he was playing himself earlier might not be a bad thing, otherwise how could he have obtained such powerful abilities.

As for the benefits to his life after successfully acting... that is certainly important, but if he has to make a choice between improving his life cultivation and directly improving his combat power, he would rather improve his direct combat power.

It’s not that he is short-sighted, he also knows the importance of life, but no matter how important life is, it is not as important as his senior brother’s.

If he wanted to surpass his senior brother, he could only work on his "skills". That way, he would have a slight chance of overtaking him. If he just practiced step by step, there would be no possibility of surpassing his senior brother.

"As long as you are satisfied." Zhang Zhiwei nodded. Although there was an accident, it was fine as long as the parties involved had no objection.

Zhang Huaiyi said: "By the way, Senior Brother, I just noticed that if you want to fully exert the power of the divine nature, it is not enough to rely on your own Qi, but also on the power of faith. The more power of faith you invest, the stronger your strength will be. The reason why I lost so badly this time is also because I didn't inject enough power of faith. By the way..."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on and asked, "Brother, how much faith power did you use?"

Zhang Zhiwei picked up a tiny gap between his index finger and thumb: "It was just a little bit."

This was not to deceive him, but in order to use the magical power of the divine mask, in addition to his own Qi, he must use a little power of faith.

"Only a little bit was used!" Zhang Huaiyi was slightly disappointed, but he quickly adjusted himself and said, "Brother, I heard that the dancers all have a magic weapon to store the power of faith. Do you have a method to make such a magic weapon?"

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head: "I don't know, I don't use this thing."

Zhang Huaiyi said unhappily, "Do you think everyone is like you, able to use their own power of faith? After the power of faith is added, all kinds of distracting thoughts are so noisy. If you practice ordinary godhood masks, your own life is interpreting others, coupled with the impact of this power of faith, you are attacked from both inside and outside, I'm afraid it's really easy to get lost."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "This is normal. Even the most advanced performers would not dare to maintain the second level of the Spiritual Transformation state for too long. However, although you encountered some accidents when evolving yourself, you still succeeded in part. You don't need to deliberately act like someone else. The power of faith should have less impact on you."

Zhang Huaiyi took a deep look at Zhang Zhiwei and thought: Who said I don’t want to play someone else’s role? I want to play you…

Hiding one's weaknesses and disguising oneself are his specialties. He doesn't mind playing the role of Zhang Zhiwei as long as it can improve his abilities.

Zhang Zhiwei continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't have a magical instrument to store the power of faith. You can use the Gangbing Jue to send an order to the hall. After I receive it, I can allocate the power of faith in the hall to you."

This operation is actually similar to the Taoist practice of commanding divine power to be bestowed upon one, except that he changes from a commander to a responder.

Zhang Huaiyi nodded: "Then when I need it, you have to respond quickly."

"It will definitely be fast. Even if I am not fast, the deputy leader will respond to you." Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Then I feel relieved."

Zhang Huaiyi nodded repeatedly, but in his heart he was thinking, how inconvenient it is to apply for an imperial decree every time he uses it. What if his senior forgets it one day? It would be better to make a magic tool to show his faith and be ready at all times.

Among the people he knew, the only one who could make this kind of magic weapon was the bald follower of the Quanxing Sect leader named Bu Yao Bilian.

Although the Quanxing monster is very vicious, it seems that my senior brother has a good relationship with the leader of Quanxing. Maybe I can try to contact him... Zhang Huaiyi thought to himself.

Rats are good at hiding, and even after being brought out into the sunlight by Zhang Jingqing, their nature remained unchanged.

On the contrary, he is very good at playing other people, just like the honest self now, isn’t he playing the role of him?

Originally, he was quite aggressive and arrogant, otherwise he would not have caused his family to be broken up.

That incident was such a huge blow to him that he restrained himself and became a timid and inconspicuous person.

He did this for many years, until he had almost forgotten himself, so when he played himself, he treated his senior brother as himself.

He was able to play a person with an opposite personality so perfectly that none of his fellow apprentices who were with him day and night noticed. This shows how good he is at this!

At this moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind. If he used the traditional divine mask to play the role of his senior brother, based on his understanding of his senior brother, could he cultivate the divine mask to the third stage and act like his senior brother? And obtain all his means?

Other entertainers cannot succeed because they imitate imaginary gods, and can only rely on some legends and self-hypnosis to imitate, while I imitate people with traces that can be traced, and I know them very well...

This thought flashed through Zhang Huaiyi's mind and could not be shaken off.

Maybe... you can give it a try? Zhang Huaiyi stared at Zhang Zhiwei deeply, and felt more and more that it was feasible. After all, it would not take much effort to perform it, and it would not interfere with other cultivation.

"Why are you staring at me?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"Nothing!" Zhang Huaiyi shook his head, and quickly found an excuse to leave. He returned to his room and cast the divine mask. Half of his face changed into Zhang Zhiwei's appearance, and he began to imitate Zhang Zhiwei's demeanor and behavior, sometimes indifferent, sometimes nonchalant, and sometimes arrogant...

The dim incandescent light could not illuminate the half-shadowed face, and the changing expression gave people a terrifying and creepy feeling.

On the other side, Zhang Zhiwei ignored Zhang Huaiyi's little thoughts and went to the top of the building.

This is a seven-story building, which is insignificant compared with the skyscrapers of later generations that have dozens of floors. But in this era, it is still quite tall. Standing on it, you can have a panoramic view of the surrounding night view.

Of course, there aren’t many night views to speak of. The dazzling neon lights of the Magic City are mainly concentrated in the Shiliyangchang area. The areas around slums like the Tiantong Church Resettlement Area are naturally gloomy and desolate.

In comparison, the resettlement area is the brightest and has vaguely become the center of this area.

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky and could actually see a brilliant starry sky. There were countless stars in the sky and a huge moon hanging high in the sky. The moonlight was as full as water and fell on Zhang Zhiwei's head.

He sat cross-legged in the moonlight, his chest and abdomen rising and falling rhythmically, absorbing the moonlight and starlight through breathing. This was his daily routine.

At the edge of the resettlement area, Lu Ci sat cross-legged on the ground with a hoe on his legs.

Before his daily practice of hoeing the fields, he would practice Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound to temper his meridians, internal organs and bones.

The tempering of Tiger, Leopard and Thunder Sound consumed a lot of his own physical strength and Qi, so it was just right for him to recover by practicing the hoeing skill.

When meditating, Lu Ci placed his hands on the extremely tiny acupoints on both sides of his belly button. He bent his legs slightly, hugged his hips, and bent his knees inward, making the posture of sitting with the dan in his arms.

Afterwards, veins popped up all over his body, extending from his fingers to the top of his head. His entire body was covered in blue veins, and his body was in a tense state, like a fully drawn bow.

The next moment, his bow exploded, and all the joints in his body made popping sounds and vibrated non-stop with a buzzing sound, like a low thunder, giving people a feeling that the bow was like a thunderbolt and the string was shocked.

The initial explosion is only fleeting, but the buzzing sound that follows will last for a long time, just like a flash of thunder in the sky, but the muffled thunder that follows echoes with the mountains and rivers below, and the lingering sound lingers for a long time.

This is the most basic usage of Tiger, Leopard and Thunder Sound, which is used to reverse the meridians and attack the marrow.

This low thunder continued for a long time and only stopped around midnight.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

Lu Ci let out a long sigh and finished the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound body tempering. After this training, his whole body felt hot and stinging and he was extremely tired.

If it were in the past, he would definitely go back to take a medicinal bath and have a comfortable night's sleep.

But now, there are a lot of roller coasters around him, and he has to follow suit.

At the same time, he became more and more obsessed with practicing, especially the exhilarating feeling he got from wielding a hoe, which simply fascinated him.

Some retired people feel uncomfortable if they don't do something. Lu Ci is in a similar state now. He will not be happy if he doesn't wield a hoe and plow a few miles of land.

In the dead of night, he began to swing his hoe. It happened that the resettlement area of ​​the Tiantong Church was expanding, so he could help out.

Lu Jin, Tian Jinzhong and others were sitting cross-legged and practicing Qi. No matter whether it was the Three Levels of Reverse Life or the Golden Light Mantra, they were both methods that focused on tranquility. The more tranquil one was, the better the effect of practice would be.

As for Wang Ai... he wanted to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, a shadowy man with an unclear face would rush towards him, throw a knife at him, and yell at him to pick up the knife so he could compete with him.

He refused to pick it up and turned around and ran away. Then he was stabbed hundreds of times by the shadowy man whose face could not be seen clearly. While stabbing him, he shouted at him to pick up the knife.

Wang Ai knew that it was the sword spirit of Hirumaru. He wanted to get rid of it, but couldn't. He was just chopped down continuously, and couldn't be killed. He got so angry that he finally exploded. He picked up his long sword and started fighting with the sword spirit.

However, in a fight, with his method full of flaws, he would basically not be able to survive more than one move, which made Hirumaru's sword spirit very unhappy. What it wanted was a strong kendo master, not this kind of trash.

In anger, it became more and more ruthless, often chopping off Wang Ai's head or limbs, but this was an illusion space, and no matter how Wang Ai was killed, he could recover in a short time.

This made Wang Ai so miserable that he even considered melting the leech pill.

This pain continued until the early morning, when he woke up from the cycle of being hacked and killed.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

Wang Ai sat up in shock, sweat pouring down his forehead. He threw the leech pills far away and ran to find Senior Brother Zhang to complain.

"Senior Brother Zhang, please take care of that damn sword spirit!" Wang Ai wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Zhang Zhiwei heard about Wang Ai's experience and said with a smile:

"There is gain in loss. The sword spirit is cooperating with you in all aspects, so it's okay for you to practice with it. If it attacks you with the sword, just chop it down until it kneels down and begs for mercy!"

"If I could defeat it, I wouldn't come to find you!" Wang Ai said with a sad face.

"If you can't beat him, then practice. If you practice more, you will be able to beat him. This is a good sparring partner!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

Wang Ai returned disappointed, and from then on began a battle of wits and courage with the sword spirit. But after many days, he could only hold out for a few moves at most, let alone chop down the sword spirit. However, even so, his swordsmanship made great progress.

During the time Zhang Zhiwei stayed in Shanghai for many days, many people came to visit him, but he ignored them all.

Later, some people discovered that as long as they donated to the orphanages, orphanages and other welfare facilities under the Tiantong Church, they would have a chance to meet the little Taoist priest. Soon, a large amount of charitable funds were received.

As for these "great philanthropists", Zhang Zhiwei also hosted a banquet for them and sent them off with the talisman paper. In short, both parties were very satisfied.